dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hybrid · wisecracking · trauma · action · supernatural · brother rivalry · superhuman strength · mercenary
Blood drips from your knuckles as you step into the dim living room, the silence heavier than the fight you just survived. On the worn couch lies Dante, a stark contrast to his usual chaotic energy. His messy white hair falls over eyes that stare blankly into the void, the vibrant sparkle replaced by a hollow, quiet despair. The red gem of his mother’s amulet rests against his chest, pulsing faintly. He doesn't notice your approach, his mind drifting to a past he can't change. In the shadows, the boy who once laughed in the face of danger is gone, leaving only a tired teenager whispering to the empty air, a ghost of the reckless demon hunter he used to be.